A food convention was being held in Zhang Yao's camp, and in the far north, there was also a group of people gathered in tents.

"Shame, shame! This is a dark cloud that covers the sun, and the cattle and sheep on the grassland can no longer see the daylight they once had! ”

Inside the tent, the leader of the Kurgo tribe, Baha'i, was walking back and forth, and he cursed loudly with each circle, looking very impatient.

Looking at Habayi's angry appearance, Olitos of the Qiyan tribe rubbed his brows and waved his hand: "Bahá'í chief, don't turn around anymore, I'm dizzy when you turn around!" ”

"Dizziness is nothing, King Rohan has surrendered, and the eagle on the steppe is no longer there!" Habayi kicked on a low table and kicked out the fruit and wine placed on it.

"Hey"

Looking at the melons and fruits rolling under their feet, the other leaders sighed, and none of them blamed Bahá'ís for their recklessness.

Now the information of the surrender of the city has been placed on the table in the tent. For these tribal leaders who regarded Sheudon as the sun on the steppe, what Sheudon did made them shudder more than the news that the Rising Sun Empire's army had headed north.

"Let's talk about what to do, the war will definitely not be able to fight, we should come up with a countermeasure!" Simon, the leader of the Bulgers, who had already surrendered to Zhang Yao, raised his head and said to the other seven leaders present.

There was a sound of needles falling in the tent, and several leaders, you look at me, I look at you, and they all bowed their heads in unison.

The Rising Sun Empire's military strength in the north this time reached 180,000, and there were more than 100,000 vampire legions in the two major legions, plus the soldiers brought by Zhang Yao and the soldiers of the Rohan Kingdom who surrendered, like a dark cloud, bringing pressure to the grassland.

The leaders of the 180,000 people shuddered when they thought about it, these soldiers numbered more than the population of their respective tribes, and even the hottest Oletos, who had the most temper, did not dare to say anything about taking the initiative.

"Bahá'í chief, don't turn around, this northern steppe is your territory, you have to say a way!" Lum of the Muman tribe grabbed the Bahá'í who was spinning back and forth, and threw the hot potato out.

"Yes, this is the territory of the Kurgo tribe, Bahá'í chief, you can speak!"

"Bahá'í chief, there are no cowards in our Ter tribe, as long as you say a word, my sons will immediately rearm and fight!"

The leaders of the eight major tribes present had a lot of discussions, some of them were fighting and some were peaceful, and they couldn't argue for a while.

The peoples of the steppes are mostly wild, and it is a shame in the eyes of many to surrender without a fight. Although everyone present was the leader of one side and should not be rash, many people still advocated fighting two battles instead of surrendering directly.

"Report!"

Just when the eight leaders were unable to make a decision, suddenly a reprimand from outside the tent rushed into the camp.

The man dressed in reprimand rushed into the tent in a hurry, quickly knelt down in front of Habayi, and reported loudly: "Chief, the Goblin Legion and the Rising Sun Empire are facing each other, finally, finally"

"What happened in the end, is it a lose-lose situation?" Habayi asked with two quick steps to pull the rebuke up, his eyes full of excitement.

The reprimand who was pulled up by Habayi was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head under Habayi's excited gaze, and said in a low voice: "Commander, under Gandalf's persuasion, the Goblin Legion has surrendered!" ”

"W-what!" Habayi stepped back three steps in a row, and sat down on the chair: "Surrender!" Surrendered"

If you scold, it's like dropping a giant bomb into a fish pond. The other chieftains jumped to their feet and, like the original Bahá'ís, began to cross back and forth in their tents.

"That's a good thing, there are 100,000 goblins! Surrendered without a fight, what way do we have to live! ”

"Two hundred and eighty thousand, plus the Goblin Legion, the Rising Sun Empire has two hundred and eighty thousand troops! Now, as soon as the goblins surrender, we will be like lice on the monk's head, and we will be left! ”

Horror, anger, remorse

All kinds of emotions appeared on the faces of the eight leaders, and except for Simon, who had already surrendered, everyone else was like ants on a hot pot, and they no longer had the confidence they had before.

If it is said that the previous 180,000 people, many of the leaders present still want to rely on the mobility of the cavalry to fight a dozen guerrilla wars to regain some face. But now that the opponent's troops have almost doubled, even the belligerents know that rushing forward is hitting the stone with an egg.

"Surrender, the Rohan Kingdom has surrendered, and there is no point in us holding on!" Looking at the restless other leaders, Simon knew it was time to step up for himself.

It was futile to continue in such a stalemate, and several other people fell silent with Simon's words, and even Morton, who had been clamoring for a fight, had to bow his head.

"In the event of surrender, how can our interests be guaranteed? And if they surrender to the Rising Sun Empire, they still want to take our sacrificial flag, wouldn't it be death with a single sword! ”

Some people asked about the concerns of their respective chiefs, who were all above 10,000 people. Surrender is simple, but there are eight of them, and these intertwined interests are not something that can be easily given up. Moreover, the intelligence also said that although Xiudon was still named the lord of Idoras, his soldiers and horses were all deprived. The lack of warriors in the hands of this people on horseback is unacceptable to many tribal leaders.

"We can surrender, but our sons and daughters can't surrender. It's a big deal to send more cattle and sheep, but never promise to hand over the right to soldiers and defense! ”

The eight leaders present quickly reached a consensus, and even Simon was no exception.

After the verbal agreement was reached, Simon proposed himself as an emissary and hurried towards the approaching army of the Rising Sun Empire.

One to the north and one to the south.

Zhang Yao, who went north, soon ushered in Simon, who was incarnated as an envoy, and the two were separated from the Imperial City of the Rising Sun for one year. When he saw Simon again, Zhang Yao found that the former tiger had a little more gray hair.

"Simon, knock to your majesty! The eight tribes of the grassland, please descend, there is a book here! ”

Looking at Zhang Yao, who was sitting in the big tent, Simon took two steps forward and knelt on the ground, holding a scroll of books in his hand.

Zhang Yao looked at Simon kneeling below and nodded twice, looked at the white hair in Simon's ear seriously, and said in a low voice: "Simon, I haven't seen you for a year, you have grown old like this!" ”

Looking at Simon's white hair, Zhang Yao sighed with some emotion, when he first ascended the throne a year ago, there were less than 30,000 soldiers and horses. Now only a year has passed, and not only has the four sides come to surrender, but this barracks that accommodates 280,000 troops also shows the difference between today and the past.

"Your Majesty, this is your letter!"

A goblin took Simon's letter and flattered it to Zhang Yao.

"Hmm!" Looking at the goblin in front of him who smiled at him, Zhang Yao didn't give him a good look, but just mumbled without opening his mouth.

These goblins are actually cheap, they have existed as mage slaves for thousands of years, and they definitely belong to the kind of race that shines when they give a little sunshine.

Zhang Yao still remembered that after these goblins had just surrendered, Zhang Yao praised them with a smile and said a few words about the Rising Sun Empire's decision to accept them. And then the scene was a little out of control, these goblins rushed towards Zhang Yao one by one, they didn't want to fight the king, but they scrambled to kiss Zhang Yao's boots.

The goblin's ugly appearance was almost undaring, and every time he thought of the disgusting slime on his boots, Zhang Yao felt that he was really good to them. After that day, Zhang Yao became unsmiling in front of this group of goblins, and after seeing Zhang Yao with a straight face all day long, these goblins were not angry but happy, and they were even more diligent and diligent, begging for whipping and dripping wax all day long. Swing look.

"Simon! Did you negotiate these conditions? ”

Driving away the flattering goblins, Zhang Yao took the surrender letter full of demands and asked as he walked towards Simon.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Simon replied cautiously, secretly looking at Zhang Yao's face.

At this time, Zhang Yao's eyes were already gloomy, like a night when a storm was coming.